Chapter 1160

The two teammates around the magic sickle Saint looked contemptuously at Ye Qing as a fool.

It's just a joke that they want to challenge their strongest team in the magic sky.

"Boy, I advise you to give up the game. It's not good to kill and maim you later."

"That is, people in the province say that our magic sky strongest team bullies the weak!"

The two members of the most powerful team in mortian sneered and didn't take Ye Qing seriously.

On the stage, the referee also shook his head and felt incomprehensible about Ye Qing's behavior.

Even if the two teammates of the strongest team on the surface are tired, they can still fight. It's better than Ye Qing alone.

"Ye Qing, you still have the last chance to call your teammates on!" the referee reminded.

Ye Qing stood with a negative hand, calm and calm. He didn't panic at all. He said, "no, our strongest team adopts wheel tactics. My teammates are tired. Now let me play."

Hearing Ye Qing's remarks, the strongest team and referee in magic sky are all black faced.

You know, the strongest team in the magic sky is the popular team to win the championship. The existence of counter heaven.

Ye Qing doesn't even have team friends, so he wants to win? If you want to defeat the three masters of the strongest team in mortian on your own, even the powerful elders may not succeed.

"Forget it, if you want to fight, let's start!" the referee waved his hand and stopped persuading.

Ye Qing smiled and suddenly said, "wait, I have a little request before the game."

When the referee heard the speech, he sneered. Subconsciously, he thought Ye Qing was afraid and wanted to summon his teammates.

"Sorry, I just gave you a chance. Now the game is about to start. You have lost the chance to summon your teammates!" the referee frowned.

The opposite magic sickle Saint did not stop, but smiled and said: "referee, it doesn't matter if he calls his teammates. Anyway, his final outcome is failure."

"Yes, even if his teammates come on stage, I can still abuse them!"

"Ridiculous suicide tactics may be useful against ordinary teams, but if you want to fight against our strongest team in magic sky, that's to die!"

The members of the strongest team of magic sky are arrogant, and their eyes show strong contempt.

Ye Qing smiled and said, "I'm sorry, you understand wrong. I don't want to call my teammates. I suggest you all the substitutes of the strongest team in magic sky play together."

Ye Qing's voice was not loud, but it shocked the whole audience, making the melon eating people in the audience take a cold breath and scared.

It's not enough to pick three. I want to fight all the members of the strongest team in mortian. It's against the sky!

You know, in addition to three starters, there are three substitutes in the strongest team of magic sky.

There are six players in total. Among them, the magic sickle Mahatma is unique, leading a group of heroes, and the remaining five teammates are very strong, all of which are the triple peak state of the Mahatma.

If the six members of the strongest team in mortian start fighting together, let alone clean up Ye Qing, even the powerful elders of the holy gate of mortian can be killed.

"Boy, are you kidding?" the magic sickle Saint snorted coldly, obviously feeling Ye Qing's contempt.

"Smelly boy, dare to speak wildly, look at the move!" another member of the strongest team in mortian couldn't help but start directly.

The referee timely announced the start of the game. To tell the truth, he admired Ye Qing's courage and dared to challenge the strongest team of mortian alone.

However, he did not appreciate this act of death.

At the order of the referee, the competition between the strongest team on the surface and the strongest team in magic sky officially started.

The magic sickle saint is extremely ferocious, condensing countless dark sickles, killing people, which contains the smell of evil killing.

And the two teammates of the magic sickle Mahatma, who are not good stubble, each showed their killer mace and made a sharp attack.

In the face of the attack of the three experts, ye Qingyun is light and light, and condenses a long sword in the void. With the amazing sword spirit, the sword light is flying vertically and horizontally, and the waves are billowing. The terrible sky killing sword comes from the killing.

"Kill heaven's first sword, bury the soul in the yellow spring!"

Ye Qing burst into a drink, and the true power of killing heaven Kendo was displayed. The endless sword Qi shrouded the sky, and the sword light flickered all over the sky. Only listening to the sound of Chi, blood splashed. The two members of the strongest team in mortian split their wounds!

Even the face of the magic sickle saint was very ugly. The sickle he condensed couldn't get close to Ye Qingsi.

The magic sickle Saint had to admit that he had underestimated Ye Qing's strength.

When we really fought with Ye Qing, we realized that Ye Qing's horror was not measurable by the double cultivation of the great sage.

"Be careful, don't underestimate the enemy! Do your best!" the magic sickle Da Sheng burst out and reminded the two teammates around him.

After the fight just now, they had tasted Ye Qing's power, so they didn't dare to neglect it and showed the move of pressing the bottom of the box one after another.

"I've long suggested that you go together. Why hold on?"

Ye Qing smiled indifferently, and the second sword of the three killing swords came out. The sword Qi swept away the eight wastelands.

He jumped onto the condensed sky killing sword. The endless sword Qi swept in all directions. The sword light was bright, forming a terrible sword sea.

The second sword of killing the three heavenly swords. The imperial sword slaughters all souls. The killing breath covers the whole audience. Ye Qing seems to have come to kill all living creatures in the world.

"Chi Chi Chi!"

Under the impact of the fierce sword, the two members of the strongest team in the magic sky were the first to resist, bleeding and blurry.

But for their advanced cultivation, I'm afraid they would have collapsed.

The great saint of magic sickle retreated again and again, with a look of horror on his face. He had shown the power of the true meaning of martial arts, but he still couldn't resist Ye Qing's attack.

"Impossible! My true intention of harvesting martial arts, how can I fail?" the magic sickle saint was distracted and murmured.

Reaping the true meaning of martial arts is his killer mace. Once it is displayed, it can even threaten the four powerful saints.

However, in front of Ye Qing's true intention of killing heaven Kendo, his true intention of harvesting martial arts is difficult to play a role.

"The next sword, you all have to die. I suggest you call all the players up." Ye Qing's voice, like a devil, rang through the audience.

Terror, horror, evil... People don't know what to use to describe Ye Qing's strength.

Ye Qing can easily suppress them and even threaten their lives. It's so terrible and powerful that it makes people tremble!

The power of the sky killing three swords is too powerful to describe. Even Ye Qing doesn't know the terrible power of the third sword, because she hasn't used it since she succeeded in cultivation.

It's enough to pick up the general strong ones. Ye Qing killed the first two of the three swords.

Once the third sword is displayed, it must be the general damage of destroying heaven and earth.